Welcome to the inside of your mind!

Being a hero is hard work!

Be careful what you wish for!

It just happened!

Why not?

The stage is not for voices who utter nonsense phrases, who pine for praise, the money flows and prestige grows, grown ups doing master passion, the wicked wisdom of the prank man, all for the audiance uproar, sing and sing they chant for more, and his thin frame seem slightly sane, as his mouth utters each sylibal so resoundingly so resolute like thunder fills the room. Hailing the new concepts as real for now, excited by the golden cow, whose golden ass makes reluctant sounds.

I see the plains before me like a view from high, you can ride faster now as winds wip through, the valley hisses and wails, bugles sound loud, you can not fail.

Moralle of Iron.

Please make an AI Bill Hole. I think that would be rather harmless given Bill Hole's personality!

The hornets move like a flashing red river. Then soldiers invade with myth like abilities. Crashing and smashing like newly formed robots, or cybogs of Gods, you must know this. They are pissed off and rightous. I think I will keep my distance.

Blasting into the future with body electric smacking sonic past barriers into storms of unknown wild ones, whose blue peanuts obliterate in outer spaces with holy monkey dust.